Riva's eyes gleamed with wicked intent as she gazed upon the sleeping forms of Lina and Zack. The hour was late, and the house lay still, save for the soft sounds of slumbering breaths. Riva crept silently into their room, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. She approached Lina first, reaching out to caress her cheek with a cruel smile playing at her lips.

"Wake up, my little plaything," Riva purred, giving Lina's face a sharp slap. "It's time for your nightly duties."